The next day.

Early in the morning, a quarter of the Yin hour.

Snow clouds cover the moon, and only a few stars are scattered.

In the darkness, the mule, who had just stared for a while, was woken up by his subordinates, "Master Shan, people are out!"

The mule's name was Luo Dashan. People like Zhang Chu and Da Xiong called him a mule. Of course, his subordinates did not dare to call him that.

The mule turned over and stood up. His eyes, which had been a bit hazy just now, instantly glowed like a cat in the night. "How many people came out?"

"Eight, all come out!"

The mule gently touched the window coffin and looked diagonally across.

The courtyard diagonally across from him was where Taoist Bai Sheng and his group were hiding.

It was pitch dark outside the window, and the other party did not lift a lantern. The mule could only vaguely see a shadowy figure moving around, and if he listened carefully, he could hear slight footsteps.

He turned around and whispered: "Send a message to the brothers and keep an eye on them!"

"Yes, Master Shan!"

The brother of the Blood Shadow Guard responded, turned around and quietly slipped out of the back door.

…

Amid the distant sounds of dogs barking and cockcrows, a group of men in black entered an alley in Dachai Hutong.

At the end of the alley, there is an old house.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"This is where I stepped on the plates during the day. In the entire firewood alley, there are only red flowers painted on the door here!"

"Enter!"

"yes!"

After the low conversation, a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the yard.

Not long after, I heard a "squeak" sound and the courtyard door opened.

A group of men in black rushed into the house, lit oil lamps, and saw bulging sacks, stacked as high as a hill.

After a quick scan, I found about twenty bags.

A man in black stepped forward, took out a dagger and stabbed a sack.

The yellow wheat grains flow out like spring water.

The man in black picked up the dagger, turned around and whispered: "Military advisor, it's food!"

“Follow the plan!”

"yes!"

Just opposite this old house, there is a two-story wooden building.

On the tiles on the roof of the wooden building, two figures also wearing night clothes lay quietly.

They stared at the courtyard with the oil lamps lit below, counting in a low voice: "Six, seven, eight, nine... Go and report to Master Shan, there are fifteen people!"

"Then I'm leaving. Just be careful and don't get discovered!"

"I know!"

After the two of them had a muttering conversation, one of them crawled down from the tile roof, walked into an alley with familiarity, and disappeared into the night.

…

The mule sat in front of an oil lamp with sparks like bean sprouts.

A man in black pushed open the door and walked in quickly, clasping his fists and saying, "Master Shan, we've found out, there are eighteen from the Eight Gate Gang and fifteen from the Chaihuo Gang!"

Mule's eyes narrowed and he whispered: "As expected by Mr. Chu, this group of people has more than one nest in Jintian Mansion... I'd like to send a message to the brothers, don't lose them!"

The person held his fist again: "Yes!"

…

Yin hour three quarters.

The city gate is open.

The villagers who rushed into the city early to sell mountain products and buy new year's goods have already formed a long queue and filed into the city.

There were soldiers at the city gate checking people and goods coming and going, but they were not strict. Most of them just looked through them briefly and then gave up.

If the goods are valuable and you don't want the soldiers to rummage around, you can quietly stuff a dozen or so large coins into the goods, and the soldiers guarding the gate will let them go.

Peace has been away for a long time. Many strict policies and laws have been conveyed to the subordinates and they have become like perfunctory work. It is human nature to be lazy!

At three o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright.

The long queue entering the city has disappeared.

The number of merchants leaving the city gradually increased.

Taoist Yum, who changed into a brown money satin shirt and had a few strands of beard on his chin to look like a businessman, escorted the motorcade to the gate of the south city.

"Stop!"

The two gatekeepers held up their spears and blocked the city gate opening.

A bearded guard with disheveled armor and sleepy eyes walked up to the convoy and yawned, lazily asking: "What's in the car?"

Taoist Yum trotted to the front of the convoy, and with a smile on his face he held his hands and said: "General, what we are pulling are the roast knives from Lao Chenji of Qinghua Street, and the bacon from Lao Niu's family in the cattle and sheep market!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to lift the oilcloth covering the oxcart for inspection by the bearded guard.

Under the oilcloth, there are indeed sealed wine jars sealed with mud, and strips of bacon that look like firewood.

The bearded guard didn't even look at him. He took down a jar and opened the mud seal. The strong aroma of wine hit his face.

He lifted the wine jar and took a sip, letting out a pleasant "ah" sound, smacking his lips and exclaiming: "Enough!"

After drinking, he glanced at Taoist Bai Sheng from the corner of his eye and asked nonchalantly: "Do you have any business documents?"

"Yes, yes, there are business documents!"

Taoist Yum Sheng took out the documents from his arms, folded them in his sleeves and handed them over, but it was a money bag.

The bearded guard secretly squeezed it, and the special feel of the broken silver coins made his expression soften immediately. He laughed "Haha" and said: "Now that you have the business documents, let's go out of the city. Those of you who are businessmen,

It’s not easy to wake up early and stay late at night!”

Taoist Bai Sheng repeatedly handed over his hands: "General, protect us, the people of Jintian Mansion, it is not easy to be exposed to the wind and sun all day long!"

"Hahaha……"

The bearded guard liked hearing this, so he patted Taoist Bai Sheng on the shoulder, turned around and waved to the guard guard: "Let's go!"

"Here!"

The two soldiers guarding the door retracted their spears blocking the door and turned to check other merchants passing by.

Taoist Bai Sheng turned around and shouted in a long voice: "Get up!"

"drive!"

The gangsters disguised as cart drivers immediately waved their whips and drove the ox cart toward the city gate.

After leaving the city, heading west, after passing several forks, the number of pedestrians on the horse road gradually became less and less.

The tense nerves of the gangsters gradually relaxed, and many of them couldn't help but wipe away the dirt on their faces, revealing conspicuous tattoos.

Taoist Bai Sheng sat leisurely on the carriage and didn't care about them. They were all outside the city and were already safe.

But they had just walked more than ten miles when they heard a sudden burst of footsteps on the horse road behind them. As soon as Taoist Bai Sheng turned around, he saw a stream of smoke and dust running straight towards this direction.

He stood up quickly, stood on tiptoes and took a look into the distance. He vaguely saw a touch of soap color, and his heart suddenly sank. He shouted loudly without looking back: "Fight!"

For a moment, he couldn't figure out where the news leaked, but this did not prevent him from judging that this group of officers and soldiers were coming towards him.

As soon as the words fell, the gangsters who had been suppressing their worries in Jintian Mansion were like wild horses that had escaped the reins. They pulled out their swords and axes from under the car, screamed strangely, and rushed towards the cloud of smoke and dust that was chasing after them.

Taoist Bai Sheng stood on the carriage and stared at the smoke and dust.
Chapter completed!